Trent Marsh didn't hesitate at all. The moment he sensed something odd, he swung his blade forward!
Clang!
The blade tore through the air, and unexpectedly, there was a dull sound.
Trent Marsh clearly felt something was wrong!
His blade was stuck in the air!
The wind grew stronger!
A human figure slowly appeared.
"Your blade is still so fast." Marcellus Lopez extended his hand, caught Trent Marsh's blade, and gently pushed it back.
"You are..." Hearing this, Trent Marsh felt puzzled.
He quickly took a defensive stance, hiding behind his guards.
Could it be that the skeleton in front of him was someone he knew?
"Who I am is no longer important. But you are the one who resembles me the most." Marcellus Lopez extended his skeletal hand, which kept trembling. "What are these?"
He had become a wraith for countless years, killing countless people.
He could discern at a glance who his opponents were and what their abilities might be.
